Quotes About Shakespeare

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

Albeit unusèd to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides,—that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian

A pair of tribunes that have wrecked fair Rome to make coals cheap - a noble memory!

Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

Is this a prologue or a posy of a ring? Ophelia: Tis brief, my lord Hamlet: As woman's love.

A spirit I am indeed,   But am in that dimension grossly clad   Which from the womb I did participate.   Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,   I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,   And say, 'Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

A good lenten answer! I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.

How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remain.

London as an actor, writer, and part owner of the playing company the

Though this knave came something saucily into this world before he was sent for, yet was is mother Fair; there was good sport at his making, and the Whoreson must be acknowledged.

Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breath What thou hast said to me.

What is honour? A word. What is that word 'honour'? Air. A trim135 reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible137, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction138 will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon139: and so ends my catechism.140

I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

For us and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. HAMLET: Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?

You may light on a husband that hath no beard. BEATRICE What should I do with him? Dress him in my apparel and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him. Therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bearherd, and lead his apes into hell.

But since the affairs of men rest still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

The Prince's fool! Ha, it may be I go under that title because I am merry. Yea, but so I am apt to do myself wrong.

Good my lord, be cured Of this diseased opinion, and betimes. For 'tis most dangerous.

If we offend, it is with our good will.    That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show our simple skill,    That is the true beginning of our end.

It did always seem so to us: but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so weighed, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.

It is surely significant, for instance, that Romeo and Juliet was written at around the same time as The Merchant of Venice, a play that is preoccupied with the whole question of freedom of choice and its consequences.4

Tis all one; I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids; I will cut off their heads. The heads of the maids? Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maiden- heads, take it in what sense thou wilt. They must take it in sense that feel it. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial

In his bosom? In what chapter of his bosom? In his heart? In what chapter and verse of his heart? VIOLA (200) To answer by the method, in the first of his heart. To continue this metaphor—in the first chapter of his heart. OLIVIA Oh, I have read it. It is heresy. Have you no more to say? Oh, I have read that. It's not a holy message, it's heresy. Do you